Synchronized Dancing

MIMI

Oh Hell yes!

This place was popping!

I fucking loved it!

BDUM BDUM BDUM BDUM BDUM

I could hear nothing but the bass!

See nothing but flashing lights!

Bouncing bodies everywhere!

Fuck yeah!

This is exactly what I had been missing!

This is exactly what I wanted!

Fuck Greg!

“WOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!!”

I screamed like a brainless teenager!

“YEEEHAAAAA!”

Gretchen screamed as well!

Haha, this was new. She was always afraid to do that in public!

I was always the more daring one!

I don’t know what exactly had happened to her in all these years, but her attitude, her… new boobs… It was like she was a different person now!

Not the prudish editor, but an actual, hot, partygirl!

The kind of sister I always wished for!

The better-than-you attitude was nowhere to be seen, now the bitch was shaking her booty on the dancefloor!

I never saw her like this!

Christ, she’d better hope none of her employees are here today!

But to be honest… with this crowd and our differently colored hair… I don’t think these people really appreciated the hot pair of twins in front of them!

I should probably make it easier for them…

Oh yeah. I should!

I quickly joined Gretchen on the dancefloor. She was so in the groove that she probably didn’t even see me there.

Not until our butts touched.

That made few people take notice. Yes! We’re identical, you dumbos!

And now we stood on the dancefloor. Back to back, butt to butt.

Gretchie instinctively knew whose butt it was. She stopped her dance moves.

Man. It was such a long time since we did this… Could she really remember?

She slowly turned around, and she had on… “the smile”.

Oh yeah. She remembered.

I mean we practiced this so much in our teenage years. Some things your body just remembers forever.

I counted down with my fingers.

Then. A synchronized, dramatic turn.

Everybody knew something was up, and suddenly gave us space on the dancefloor.

Oh God. I just hoped we wouldn’t embarrass each other after all these years.

But the beat was perfect. We had to do this.

And we danced.

Like there was no tomorrow.

As beautiful, sexy, synchronized twins.

It was our ridiculous hip-hop routine. It felt so cool when we were teenagers.

Fuck it! It was still cool!

Especially when done by sexy-ass mature women such as us!

Only thing different now was that we ran the world! And our luscious bodies were fully developed!

Little tiny girls could never compete with this kind of power and sexiness!

And these people were enraptured!

Shit, I just hoped these cheap outfits were able to contain Gretchie’s new tits!

Honestly… I kinda hoped it wouldn’t!

Yeah, I know, what the fuck, but I had been drinking all night… And I just thought that would be so hot… Her stupid, bimbo tits… Out for all to see… Embarrassing the fuck out of her …a proper punishment for ruining our identical bodies, trying to be better than me…

And making boners pop up all over the room…

These men would dream about this night for the rest of their lives!

One minute later, the routine was over.

Sadly, no accidental boobage. Despite her outfit barely hanging on.

For the briefest second I actually considered pulling her front down… But thank God I didn’t.

I don’t think “I was drunk” could ever be good enough of an excuse for something like that.

Every man in the audience clapped and wooed like there was no tomorrow. And there were serious hunks everywhere you looked.

The women had these really catty and bitchy looks on their faces.

Honestly, it couldn’t be better.

Greg was missing this real catch!

I hugged Gretchen and we screamed together like two brainless bimbos!

It was so fun to let go! And just forget about-

About-

Oh God.

It… It was him.

I froze in place.

Jack… was standing… silent… among the vivacious audience.

Was he… staring straight at me?

He wasn’t smiling. He looked dead serious.

I could feel his stare bore into my soul.

…But why?

I… I barely knew him!

All the insane, nasty thoughts returned to my head. All at once.

I… I… I didn’t think he would come here!

Did he see that awful, childish dance routine?

And our whorish outfits?

Suddenly I felt like I was naked. Embarrassed and ashamed by my actions. All sweaty and disgusting from the dancing.

Before anybody else, he was the first one to take a step closer to us.

Even in the insanely loud nightclub… I could hear that step.

It sounded thunderous. Momentous. Scary.

I could feel its ****… all over my body.

No! Stop this! What the fuck’s wrong with you, Mimi? He’s just a man!

A man that… Was getting closer…

And closer..

And closer…

I… I couldn’t move…

My lips twitched…

I tried speaking… but I could barely breath.

Oh God what’s happening?

He was so close now, close enough to-

Then the eye contact broke.

His focus turned to Gretchen.

He pulled the woman over by the cords hanging from her cheap suit.

So hard that she almost fell into his arms.

Then, without saying a single word, without asking for any kind of permission…

He kissed her. Right in front of my face.

Forcefully. Savagely. Hungrily.

I could see his tongue penetrate my sister’s mouth like a wild beast.

And… And Gretchen didn’t fight back….

She let it happen… Right there… In front of all this crowd…

The crowd suddenly grew less interested in us, now that one of us was clearly taken…

But…

I was **** to watch the kiss.

Well not ****… I could’ve moved at any point…

But…

…

Then, finally, mercifully, it ended.

Jack released his… insistent lips… from my sister’s.

A strand of saliva was still connecting the two.

Until it… broke off. Disappearing somewhere in the night.

Gretchen stared into Jack… Like she was completely lost in him.

Like he was the only thing in the universe.

…I… I… I could barely hear the music in the club anymore.

Was that the bass beating? Or… Or my heart?

Then I remembered I’d forgotten to breath for a while now.

I inhaled.

Deeply.

I smelled his musky flavor. And my sister’s perfume. And… her excitement?

No, no way I could smell something like that. You weirdo.

…This wasn’t normal.

Oh God. He turned his head back to me.

I could feel my cheeks burning up!

How drunk was I?

“J-Jack…” Gretchen stuttered. Like a shy little girl. 180 degrees from the person she was just a moment ago. “Re-Remember my s-sister? She came to… to visit.”

He just grinned. Like some… slimeball.

Like he knew something I didn’t.

It irritated me on a deep level. I didn’t know why.

But why? This… man… I barely acknowledged his existence when he last visited!

Why is this so different?

Was it really because of my overpowering, fucked up fantasies?

I wanted only to slap him. I didn’t know why. I just did.

Either that or kneel and-

THOUGHTS! STOP!

“Oh yeah,” he finally spoke. “Your twin, right?”

The arrogance in his voice.

“I-Identical twin,” I felt the need to correct. For some reason.

Then the… bastard… had the gall to run his gaze from Gretchen’s tits to mine.

Like an absolute pig.

He was comparing us. Like some pieces of meat.

He finally lifted his head, and looked into my eyes.

“I don’t see it,” he grinned.

And then he cupped my sister’s tits.

No, not just cupped. He squeezed them. Tightly. Powerfully.

Like her tits were just some clay in his hands.

Right in front of me.

Making my twin gasp in shock. And then moan.

Erotically.

It happened really fast. Just one squeeze, and then his hand was away again.

Did… Did that just really happen?

I think… I think I was hyperventilating now… I could feel myself running out of breath…

All these things… Him… I didn’t know how to react… I was drunk… The dance… The outfit… The groping… The tits… The fantasies…

All of a sudden I could feel his manly hand lightly tapping my cheek.

My burning, hot cheek.

Wh-What?

“Hmm. You better go splash some cold water on your face. You’re burning up.”

W-What?

…I knew that I was! He didn’t have to say it!

“Maybe the partying is meant for younger girls. Not… experienced gals like you two.”

…

Did he really just say that?

Gretchen should TEAR HIM DOWN FOR THAT. RIGHT NOW.

…But she didn’t.

She… nodded. Meekly.

And then looked down.

…

I couldn’t handle it.

I was fuming as I exited the dancefloor.

In the bathroom now.

I could feel my breath finally calming down.

What…. Why did I… How did he make me feel…

For some fucked up reason… When he called me… An “experienced gal”… Like a complete asshole that he was…

It just made my pussy pulse even more.

I leaned against the sink.

My cheek was still hot.

I turned the faucet on.

Fine. Maybe I needed a splash. But I wasn’t doing this because he told me to. (MIMI: +6SP) (+7SP)